Artemis mosaic at The National Bardo Museum in Tunis, Tunisia |
for the archer:
she has keen senses
foretelling in launches
and delineations
of a subject fancied
its entireties and histories
one hand pulled string
written by image pleased
while the other hand
releases living between ease
her eyes capture prey
iris led warrior ethical
her nose knew
scent forests follow
the body
from roads and strife
to a soul's comfort home
where everything is fleeting
when given over to possession
a mind's escapism
is mostly chemical
though I tend to dream
about her when I can pretend
time no longer owns me
with its clocks and calendars
I hook myself
to the flight
and trajectory
of an arrow
catching sight
of the sun
and morning
reaching through
to the moon
and night
EJR ©
The viewpoint of the arrow.. What an intriguing feeling, especially in that last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThank You for saying that...I dared myself to be the arrow and it indeed, felt strangely liberating...
DeleteA dreamlike intensity here! Surreal and captivating.
ReplyDeletespying the goddess often is...TY :)
DeleteThis is so lovely. I especially like "foretelling in launches and delineations" and the idea of time's ownership. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank You...by observing it we own and disown...time is a funny word...turned backwards one can swear they can hear the ticking of a watch... :)
DeleteThis is so unique - so different - I must say that your perspective brings in a lot of freshness in your poem. The last stanza is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI ask myself isn't each of our life's arcs, birth to death, a slow arrow...? and much gratitude to you for replying as you did...
DeleteI love this. Especially since I'm a Sag.
ReplyDeleteAnd you're a Scorp, no doubt. As a poet, at least. But something's telling me that in real life, you're either a Pisces or a Leo.
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